"Dear me!" she said at last, "this is getting very monotonous. I am tired
doing nothing. I think I might learn how to use an oar, even though I may
never have the chance to put my knowledge into practice."
She reached forward and grasped a light oar, handling it rather awkwardly,
as a novice might, but succeeded at last in getting the blade over the
side, more by chance than good management, apparently.
"I thought you knew how to use an oar already," said Hugh, his mind turned
a moment from the subject that had been absorbing him. He watched the
spasmodic dabs that Dexie was making, not thinking there was any purpose in
the seemingly awkward efforts at rowing.
"Well, no--I'm not much of a hand at it--I must confess, but I think--I
could learn--in time," and she glanced up to see if they were nearing the
vessel; but Hugh followed her look and instantly surmised her intention.
"Ha! I see your scheme! Let me warn you not to make any outcry in hope of
getting assistance from that vessel, for I tell you it would come too
late."
"I am not afraid of your threats, sir, as you might know by this time,"
said Dexie, in a firm voice.
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